Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Wilbur frowned as he said, “He has the ability to gain immense spirit energy and physical strength by absorbing the lives of other humans, almost in the form of sacrifice. That’s pretty similar to some cults‘ cultivation methods.”

Elsa did not say anything. That was something beyond what she knew, nor had she heard of such things.

She turned to look at Ryder, expecting him to say something instead.

Yet Ryder swayed before keeling over and pa**ing out on the ground.

Els cried out, “Are you okay?”

“He’s fine. He’s just exhausted from overusing his spirit energy. However, his left arm is in a pretty bad state and needs tending to,” Wilbur said with a frown.

Elsa whipped out her walkie–talkie, calling for the helicopter at once,

It flew over in no time, and Wilbur hauled Ryder onto the helicopter along with the man’s corpse before they flew away.

Following that, Ryder and the man’s corpse were placed in the special forces department. Wilbur returned to Sealake Island, dismissing the agents watching over Faron.

Looking at a still–meditating Faron, Wilbur made a call to Faye explaining to her what happened and that he was going to have to spend the next few days on Sealake Island.

After doing that, he sat on the couch smoking as he thought about something

Two days later, Faron finally opened his eyes for the first time.

He leaped to his feet excitedly and sand to Wilbur, “Bro, I did it! I can meditate by channeling my aura now!”

“That’s good! Congratulations, Mister Campbell,” Wilbur said with a smile.

Faron’s eyes were shining then, his spirits high. He Inched closer to Wilbur with a smug smile. “Bro, you’re pretty much my master now. Don’t you think we should change what we call each other?”

“That’s fine. Let’s not do that. Wilbur hurried to turn Faron down. He had no intention of taking in any pupils.

Faron did not push Wilbur either, smiling as he said, “That’s alright, then. Either way, you’re my brother, and thank you for keeping your promise. Drinks on me tonight. Let’s have some fun.”

Wilbur took a drag from his cigarette. “We’ve got all the time in the world to drink You should go home since you haven’t heen home in a while.”

Faron realized that Wilbur had a point. He had, indeed, not been home in a few days.

“Alright, bro Let me go home for a bit. I promise we’ll have drinks on me real soon.”

Wilbur nodded with a smile, and Faron left in a hurry.

Over at the Campbell househuld, in Oria’s staly, Orin and Faron sat across from each other at the study table, their expressions solemn.

A long while later, Orin let out a long sigh as he said, “This day has finally come for the Campbells.”

“Dad, why have you always wanted for me to be a cultivator?”

Orin said, “I’ve told you before. Did you forget

“You did say that our ancestors used to be cultivators, but is there even a need for ine to become one with your status? 1 heard Wilbur say that being a cultivator is highly dangerous.” Faron frowned.

Orin nodded. “Wilbur is right, but there has to be a cultivator in the Campbell family.” “Why is that?” Faron asked.